Theories of Jumine

The constant condescending 

The man taking 

The unreliable blending

Mending.

Friending

Madting

Trying to put together a piece 

Straightening the crease

That'll hold you together 

Never 

Girl, the class clown 

That beautiful brown 

Timeless -centre of attention

The one most insecure 

Craving more

Tired of the liking 

Loving 

Smiling 

Late night texting

Shows you interest 

That added value 

A different currency 

Until you claim bankruptcy 

Withdraw your feelings 

No more loans

Cashier closed 

The Croissant

The broad horizon 

The beginning has no origin

Stretching across a smooth ebony landscape

The occasional pimple

To bump the painting of the artiste

From afar it's prominent

Strong and muscular

You see it first 

The fist one you pick

Not as soft as the crispy batter in the bakery

This pastry is different.

The temples 

The upside down handles 

That steer her thoughts

And bubble up on her brain

The words for the metaphor.

It's hard to spot under the shelf 

Of her fringe

Hidden in disgust.

Quasimodo.

Her forehead.

Family

Family

This will be the hardest one

It's falling apart

My family's love heart

Fixing, mending and comprehending 

The breakage

Split ends that need cutting

Everyday a decibel raises 

We are all going through faces 

Your not happy mum

You used to be so fun

Living through the edges 

Never allowing them to get to you

After what we've been through

I suppose we all have our breaking point

You're growing up brother

No longer having a need for your mother

It's okay 

But the relationship is suffering decay

Acceleration to be man

When you no longer have your number one fan

We care you don't get it

Stop digging yourself a pit

The financial situation is dire

Lord knows we haven't got a spare tyre

Rolling as they burst 

Covering the holes with tape 

Mother covering us with her superman cape

Court case

It's time to face the fat truth.

The weight gain

Arms flab

Yes.Self esteem is illegal

Arrest her

Found guilty of:

Cellulite

Thighs and stomach

Counting the inches

Sweaty pits

Cheeks fuller.

Pregnancy?

Apologise

Love handles 

Tugged and pulled 

Tucked in 

Waist training - who are you fooling?

Shape wear

An outfit before an outfit

Spandex 

Beige or black

Contour make it thin

Pout

Squint

Ignore the doubling chin 

Bright Star - John Keats

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death. 

John Keats

Thoughts

"Inconsiderate" is one of those poems that come directly from the heart. Minimum thought - just pure feeling. (Which meant I had to do a thorough grammar search after I had published it) 

    Have you ever thought you liked someone then realise along the lines that they're just not for you?

  

The idea of being loved is quite different from the actual reality.

What makes this poem harsh to me is the fact I started to pick holes in what I once admired. I thought bitterly and harshly against a presumably lovely human being. 

  

There's always hope in being friends before lovers 

❤️

Inconsiderate

Still not perfect

What do I want?

Having these unsure thoughts?

It's not fair on you nor to me

Everything a girl could want 

But still not quite there

Seem to be attracted to the ones that

Do not suit my ideal

You chased him - now what?

Are you going to let things slip away?

Far from you but heavy on your heart

Still not quite there 

Why is there something missing?

I asked - he gave - turned up

Still not good enough

Why am I not excited?

Friends screaming excited 

You a shell - sharing and showing the beauty outside

But hollow within

Empty and desolate

Your heart heavy

Do you like the chase?

So now what?

Settle down have kids?

No, not with you.

Maybe, just not yet

Yes, to be safe

Lack of submissiveness 

You're too feisty for a brother

Apologetic

Shit

So easy to pick holes 

In something you once wanted

But now want to get rid of

Selfish?